In Mexican folklore there’s this urban legend of this woman named La Llorona (sp?), this crazy bitch that drowned her children and killed herself, and forever roams the earth screaming “My children, my children…” Legend has it that if you hear her screaming, you’re basically on Death’s short list, and if you hear a scream and a knock at the door, and answer it, someone close to you will die. I personally believe this to be partially true.
I’ve seen some apparitions in my day, and some weird Stephen King-esque shit go down.
True Story:
I was in rural Maine in a car with a few friends, going to to a friend’s house. The thing about Maine is it’s simply a few major cities with nothing but trees and the occasional small village in between. Well, in this particular car ride, we pass by a river. I look outside, and across the river in a bunch of trees, I see this particularly dilapidated shack. That’s creepy enough as is, but as I look away to get a cigarette and look back, in the window of the shack, I see, and I kid you not: a clean, pink dress.
I told my friend at the wheel to get the fuck out of there and haul ass.
Well, I did some homework on the area some time later, and there’s actually been some really messed up Deliverance/Hills Have Eyes shit that’s gone on around there. What I saw may have been a ghost, or even worse, may have been some fucked up degenerate with a fresh victim.
Glad I got the fuck out of that place.
I’m a quarter Yaqui Indian, and my great grandmother was a bruja, a witch doctor, basically. As a result, I’m apparently a little more sensitive to weird things that science really can’t explain. Sounds like some X-Files fan’s wet dream/delusion, but I’ve been told it’s true. So yeah, I see and feel, and believe really bizarre things. Ghosts, monsters, aliens, duendes, magic, all that kinda stuff… Yeah, I believe it. There’s just some things out there that we don’t know about, cannot comprehend, and should definitely respect.